William Afton Wife Novels & Stories

Didn't expect Talia to drop a bomb like that on our anniversary. I slammed the door and tore off, pedal down, straight to Cresthaven Hotel. "Call Talia Sweeney down. I need her." The receptionist didn't even look up. She pointed to the side. "Fill out a form if you're here for business. Ms. Sweeney isn't seeing anyone right now." "I'm her husband. Tell her to come down. Five minutes." That got her attention.

I was shaking my head, “I’m a married woman, Tricia. I… I can’t do that. God, William will kill me if he hears I did such. Plus, you know how much they value their reputation. God, no.” Her expression morphed sour, “the same William who doesn’t care if you daughter dies or live? The same one who treats you like rag? The same Carter family that don’t give fuck about you or your daughter? I bet my six months’ salary that motherfucker is cheating on you. You just haven’t caught him yet.” Again, I thought of the condoms and receipts, “I have.” I revealed quietly. “What?” I went ahead to tell her all the evidence in his side of the closet.

the receptionist, who now looked more concerned than doubtful said to William. "Well, what are you waiting for?!" William exclaimed without blinking, "bring our waiters, send them to each table, and have the restaurant emptied immediately." He then turned to us. His eyes fell on me with a more focused stare and asked Damon gently, "She...?" "My wife." Damon said immediately. "I AM NOT YOUR WIFE!" I cried out in horror. William, on the other hand, jumped in happiness, grinning so wide that his jaw looked close to breaking.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

As if God's grace had soothed me down, I demanded, "I'll need you to repeat that again, William. Who is she to you, and who am I to you?" A hint of panic surfaced in William's eyes, but that did not change his attitude. With his chest puffed out, he said, "You need me to repeat myself? Fine, she's my wife, Selene Tousson. You are nothing but my colleague, Melanie Crossfire. Honestly, you can't just cling to me just because I treat my wife like a queen while your husband treats you like trash." Discussions and whispers rippled through the crowd. "I knew it. She's mad. Still, I feel sad for her. Her husband drove her to this."

As soon as the words left Ross's mouth, Hilary froze like an ice sculpture. Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but smile. I lifted my hand, gently twisting the diamond ring on my finger. "Yes, but my wife and daughter are both dead." Ross looked up sharply, visibly stunned. My parents turned to me with sympathetic eyes. I went on, "Three years ago, my wife and daughter were burned to ash in a fire." I let my gaze linger on Hilary. Her face turned ghostly pale in an instant.

Six months ago, when Dad passed away, they rushed to pay their respects and discovered that Vivian, as the daughter-in-law, did not show up at all, making them realize there were serious problems in our marriage. They felt incredibly ashamed for raising such a daughter, and even more deeply guilty and heartbroken for me, their son-in-law, who always worked hard and treated them with respect. So they prepared for the worst and had this will officially notarized. The will clearly stated that if Vivian's misconduct and betrayal of family and marriage led to the breakdown of the marriage, then half of all their assets would be gifted to their only recognized son-in-law, me. Felix's eyes were red

I walked away, leaving Maribel standing there with her doctored photo and her crumbling plan. The next hour was a study in social warfare. I watched from across the room as Patricia Hammond, one of the biggest gossips in Ravenport, spread the word. Not about my supposed affair, but about Maribel’s attempted character assassination. About the fake photo. About the desperation of a woman trying to destroy her “best friend.” By the time Adrian found me near the silent auction, Maribel was in the ladies’ room crying, and half the party was whispering about her instead of me.

William frowned and asked as he collected the legal papers from me. “It’s… uhm… just check” the man stammered in reply. William sighed and brought out his phone, with a few taps he suddenly froze and his face went from confused to angry. I got curious watching them get so worked up and agitated so I walked closer and peeped on William's phone. What I saw made my eyes widen in disbelief and shock. There were pictures, pictures of me and William from earlier today, even one with my son. And the headline read: William Carter, billionaire and CEO of the Carter real estate caught in a scandalous affair with a stripper, plans marriage with her after getting her pregnant.

"I'm married, Miss Taylor! Other than my wife, I'm not interested in other women!" "I'm well aware of that. You married Valeria, Abbie's best friend. I've seen the article about your wedding on the news. Don't worry, I'm not a shameless, horny slut that pounces on handsome men at any chance I get. I'm an honorable person. Being a mistress is a no-no." William chuckled lightly as he said, "Well, that's some conscience you have there!"